In the depths of silence, when the moon sings its melancholy tune

In the depths of silence, when the moon sings its melancholy tune, I lose myself in the whispers of the wind, seeking an ancient rune. On the paths of night, my steps echo like falling stars in flight, Through labyrinths of dreams, I delve in search of a call so right. In the mirror of the sky, the wishes of a lost soul reflect, Like a rudderless ship, on the sea of mute time, adrift and unchecked. I listen to my thoughts, like incantations long forgotten and old, In every silence, I uncover secrets of a world untold. I repeat magical words, like a hypnotic nocturnal rite, I lift my eyes to the stars, seeking an esoteric insight. I am but a traveler through shadows, on a never-ending quest, In cosmic solitude, I find myself and decompose into the vastness. On the wings of the wind, I carry my desires like flags unfurled, Old hopes intertwine with new in the song of the vague waves' world. I am a poet of silence, writing verses on the starlit dome, With my enchanted quill, calming the storm in a restless soul's home. In search of eternal love, I lose myself among divine archetypes, In every verse, I find a part of me, a part of you in these stripes. And when the night ends and dawn unfolds its gentle wings, I learn to love again, under the faithful stars' soft strings. Through lunatic woods, my steps are songs of longing and silence rare, Seeking that place where words become an eternal caress, aware. In cosmic melancholy, I find answers to forgotten queries, For in the soul's depth, true love never perishes nor wearies. I am but a wandering soul, in search of an unfinished story's art, A poet of endless nights, a dreamer of fearless stars' chart. On unseen pages, I write the words only the moon can hear, In its light I find peace, in its silence, eternity is near.